Fire Night (Devil's Night, #4.5)

by Penelope Douglas

But as I tried to head to Banks, the guys dove in, cutting me off. “Someone’s in trouble,” Will teased. “Gimme a break.” The kid has a crush. Like I could control it. I tried to search for my wife, but the dancers were spinning, and I couldn’t see around the guys. “Dammit,” I muttered, sliding my hands into my pockets. “Yeah,” Michael added. “Everyone saw that.” “Shut up.” “Oh, shit.” Damon laughed under his breath as he raised his glass to his lips. “Here come the gloves.” Huh? I found Banks again as Rika tried to bite back her laugh, clearly talking Banks down as my woman shot glares at the teenage girl. “See!” I turned to Michael. “What’d I tell you? Shit always hits the fan.” “Relax,” he told me. “Banks trusts you. So teen queen has a crush on her sensei master.” “His tutelage marked all around her thighs…” Damon taunted. “And my wife has knives wrapped around hers,” I whisper-yelled, aware of our guests. “Shit. Look at them.” I gestured to the girls, Winter and Emory having joined them. “They’re planning something.”